Yang Xuan's mind changed rapidly, and he was thinking at this time.

According to the current speed at which the Netherworld Sutra extracts those energy essences, it is probably difficult to successfully mold the body in one month.

At that time, he will stay in the Soul Shaping Pool for a month, which will definitely attract the attention of the senior officials of the underworld.

They are likely to pay attention to him, and their secrets may be exposed at that time.

He doesn't allow this kind of thing to happen, it's better to develop steadily.

Therefore, Yang Xuan needs to shape his soul body as soon as possible. Then there is only one way, which is to speed up the operation of the Netherworld Sutra and make it refine the energy essence faster, preferably ten times faster.

In other words, if the body molding normally takes 30 days to complete, it can be completed in three days under acceleration.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan no longer neglected and tried his best to operate the Netherworld Sutra.

Sure enough, as he quickly circulated the Netherworld Sutra, the speed of shaping the soul body was much faster and faster, and at this time, it had almost exceeded ten times the speed.

At this speed, three days will exceed the previous thirty days.

bite!

"Now, the sign-in place, the soul-shaping pool, are you signed in?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in Yang Xuan's heart.

"Sign in!" Yang Xuan said without hesitation.

"bite!

If you sign in successfully, reward: Soul-blocking finger (when you are intimidating, you can directly destroy the soul with one finger!)”

Yang Xuan was shocked. This magical power was extraordinary and it was really terrifying to directly destroy human souls. It was targeting the soul.

At this moment, his soul shook, and all the information about the soul-cutting finger was imprinted in his mind.

Yang Xuan did not dare to delay. He frantically ran the Netherworld Sutra, and his soul body was shaping faster and faster, and at this time it was more than ten times more.

Time flies very quickly, and two days passed in a blink of an eye. In the past two days, Yang Xuan signed in twice in the Soul-Shaping Pool, but the rewards he received were not as good as the Soul-Stopping Finger.

As the system said, if you sign in again and again in each place, the reward will gradually weaken.

In Fengdu City, there are ten towering halls. These ten halls are simple and solemn, with majestic momentum. The ghost spirits inside are full of scattered and scattered mist.

The ghosts and gods are carved on the walls in the hall, shining with a faint light, which is terrifying and terrifying.

These ten halls are the palaces where the ten palaces of the underworld are located.

At this moment, in a hall, a middle-aged man with a majestic face was sitting upright in the hall.

His whole body fluctuated strongly, and the yin energy lingered. The rich yin energy formed hideous ghost faces around him, and the shinyness spread around him and slowly moved.

Swish!

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the hall.

"The luck of my underworld is passing quickly?" The middle-aged man stood up and instantly arrived outside the hall.

"You guys, have you discovered it?" The middle-aged man's eyes were terrifying, and the yin energy inside him was lingering. He looked at the other halls in Fengdu City and said in a low voice.

"Jiang Xin, what happened?" At this moment, a faint voice came, like a thousand-year-old well, without any sensation.

"Who is stealing my luck in the underworld?" At this time, another voice sounded, and he was powerful without anger, which made people's hearts shake.

"Check, see who is so bold and dares to plunder my luck in the underworld."

"It's stopped, and luck will no longer disappear!" At this time, a king of hell suddenly said.

The few people closed their eyes and realized carefully. Sure enough, the luck of the underworld no longer passed and returned to normal again.

“What the hell is going on?”

"The luck that has just passed is enough for our underworld to consume a hundred years."

All the ten great Yamas were puzzled, but they did not dare to take it lightly and still sent people to investigate.

At this time, on the fourth day of Yang Xuan staying in the Soul-Sculpting Pool, his soul body was finally successfully shaped.

This soul body has great potential, without any impurities, and can be called a perfect physique. However, Yang Xuan's realm is too low at this time and cannot activate the power of this soul body.

However, he believed that as his realm improves, the various powers of his soul body will definitely be able to be exerted.

The most important thing is that in Yang Xuan's feeling, this soul body seems to have great luck and is blessed by the power of luck.

"Extraordinary, really extraordinary!"

Yang Xuan moved his body and walked out of the soul-shaping pool.

If he had let him know that his soul body alone would consume the underworld's century of luck, he might have screamed out.

"Brother Yang Xuan, you are finally out." The two ghost messengers were surprised and looked at Yang Xuan with envy.

"Brother Yang Xuan, you are really extraordinary. You have been in the Soul-Sculpting Pool for four days. You are so envious of the dead." A fool said excitedly.

"Congratulations!" The Yin General was very silent and hugged Yang Xuan and clasped his fists.

In his eyes, although Yang Xuan had only been in the Soul Sculpture Pool for four days and was very different from those real ghost heroes, he was already very extraordinary. Such qualifications could also make a single official position in the underworld in the future.

But if they knew that Yang Xuan had created the soul body that was shaped by Yang Xuan for several months, they might not think so.

After all, the longest time that the Soul Shaping Pool has been established has been in it for only one month.

And it was the ghost hero who was already a Yin Zheng in the underworld at this time, and was intimidating the underworld.

Yang Xuan smiled slightly and said nothing. Although doing so would not make him a big splash, he had already gained benefits and could develop silently.

One day, he will surely rush out of the underworld and achieve a fruit of Tao in this world.

"Two, let's go on the road?" Yang Xuan looked at the two secretly and spoke.

At this moment, Yang Xuan was suddenly shocked. The effects of the Nine-Turn Golden Pill stored in his soul were rushing towards his soul body. In just a moment, they all rushed into his soul body.

The Netherworld Sutra automatically operates and digests these medicinal effects. In just a moment, his cultivation has reached the innate Great Perfection.

Yang Xuan remained silent and stopped the operation of the Netherworld Sutra quickly. If it continued to operate, he might have broken through.

At this time, the two secret differences were nearby. If he broke through, it would probably cause suspicion.

Under normal circumstances, the souls that have just reshaped their souls, must be familiar with them for a while before they can practice.

But Yang Xuan is completely abnormal.

There are vast areas in Fengdu City, with ghost energy growing in a row, and wisps of yin energy spreading in the void, and the entire city is gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, Yang Xuan was sent here by two ghost messengers in addition to a huge black purgatory.

This is a building similar to a palace, pitch black as ink, emitting a faint light, like an ancient ferocious beast, lying on the terrifying land.

This is the place where the underworld punishes evil spirits.

The yin energy inside was lingering, and a terrifying hostility spread out from it, accompanied by a shrill roar of sorrow, which made people feel deterred, fearful and creepy inside.

At this time, two evil deeds walked out of the Punishment Office. They were cold all over and looked at Yang Xuan and the other two.

"What's the matter?" one of them said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!